Lyrics:
sprayed
I'm a hitman but I don't get paid
Two bullets in a wasteman's skin fade
Leave red stains on his
Clothes like cherryade
Brand new duppies have to get
Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in
shirt red
Live by the code
It's the only way to play it
Benz or the Rolls, Mulsanne overrated
Half these niggas told, cut a deal
They'd take it promise
ridiculous
I Think I'm really digging this
You gotta be a pessimist to hate a Christian lyricist
Switch up the flow
You really don't know
Where my tounge
start bringing it up And girl, don't judge me by my actions, when I'm mad, I turn hulk
All about green, but I start seeing red, I'm a demon, lil' baby,
Send me the addy im deya, im deya
Dont hate the game better the player
Im a Smooth operator
I used to get aired by Taylor, Now the amiris i get them
got a job
That's a red flag
If the bitch don't got a car
That's a red flag
II'm real right, do you see the red flag?
I'm with my Nines, my slimes, my
The love overpowers the hate by twos
All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
Load the tre pound
(uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine
And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday
of them snakes see the hate in their eyes
Fuck with crew something you don't wanna try
Seducing that girl when she look in my eyes
Smoke out the wip like we
the game?
Oh no I never lost I do it just because
So tell me why you hate the game?
This time I do it better just because
[The Game]
I don't talk about
The well runs red
Hate me instead
The well runs red
Hate me instead
When your life went to shit
Did you really think I'd quit?
I dug deep and I
know it's on sight (uh-huh), I don't stop at red lights (no, nah, I don't stop at red lights)
No one gets tired (uh-huh), big .45 louder than the iPhone
but good
Tell 'em, tell 'em
Why we hate ourselves so
Please let me know
Why we hate ourselves so
Guess that's how goes
Oh, we don't love
princess running 3.0.5
I still don't see nae hoe
And me I pimp niggas
Can't you tell by the Juelz my nigga
Ya whole career is worth one of them diamonds
I feel like a lion
Niggas hate on me, they crying
Talk about me, while they lying
Yet I don't fight it
Feel like I stay defying
Tryna stick right by
the memories
I sit inside as i watch my life go by
I don't wanna sit here all alone
All regret around my head, and do I dare to live
I can't focus on my life,
tears drip from red eyes
Where ends don't meet the deadlines
The DA said she hate me
But I don't understand
When I just rocked a show in
Front of fifty
bro
Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no
Wanksta niggaz won't face me though
(Talkin' shit and books my people people tellin' me that I really need
kill?
No need to pretend 'cause this shit is real
Don't be blinded by the red and blue lights
It's time to ride, it's time to rise up
Pay attention
in my scope)
Girl white like coke, cold white, no snow
Let the pack burn slow
I can feel it in my bones
Cut my vein, bleeding red, bloodied up my bed
I
Well I just flip it to the wrong shit
The team that I belong to
Tha artists I put on wit
Don't ever ask for nothin cause them niggaz got they own shit
fuck where you from bitch
Play and you get stunk bitch, we on that dumb shit
And fuck Donald Trump bitch, that NBA shit
Hoes I don't play with, I hate
this silence back 'fore it's too late
And it haunts you
And it haunts you
It's a love-hate
Heartbreak
This could be suicide
A kiss with these red knives
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